In Loving Memory of Nick Charles Dohr

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S: In Loving Memory of Nick Charles Dohr - March 6, 1952 to October 3, 2012

BC: A Dad... is someone who holds you when you cry, scolds you when you break the rules, shines with pride when you succeed, and has faith in you even when you fail. | Forever in Our "Hearts" | The "Dohr's"

FC: A father's love warms the hearts of his children forever. | In Loving Memory of Nick Charles Dohr

1: Born - March 6, 1952 Died - October 3, 2012 | Nick was a loving husband, father, grandfather, son, brother, uncle and friend. This photo book is dedicated to Nick Charles Dohr. | Created by Robin Swiatnicki December 2012

2: "Memories" This photo book was created especially for the family of Nick Charles Dohr. "Our memories are ours forever... every story, every image, every cherished moment is safe within us, for all time". There is peace in knowing that love never leaves - it lives within our hearts. May we find strength to know that Nick was loved by many and his legacy will live on forever. This book contains Nick's journey in life, from his birth to his death. There are pictures of his father, Paul Alois Dohr; his mom, Gwendolyn Joyce (VanderSchaaf) Dohr; his paternal grandparents, Alois Matthias and Modesta Marie (Gerlach) Dohr; his maternal grandparents, Charles Elles and Katie (Bos) VanderSchaaf; his siblings and their families; younger sisters, Robin Lynn (Dohr) Swiatnicki and Kelly Ann (Dohr) Christensen; his brother, Marc Paul Dohr; his wife, Lisa (Newell) Dohr; his four children; oldest daughter, Megan Annette Dohr (fiance Tim Bodway), granddaughter Kayli Bodway, step grandchildren, Annika and Dylan Bodway; son, Eric

3: Adler Dohr; daughter Nancy Lynn Dohr; and youngest son Thomas (Tommy) James Dohr. There are also pictures of Lisa's parents, her siblings and some of Nick's friends from the past and present. This book, also includes Nick's obituary and the beautiful eulogies, that were presented by Tom and Eric Dohr, at Nick's Memorial Service. The final chapter shows pictures of the Dohr family remembering Nick on Thanksgiving Day. The Journey Home "There's a path that leads to a turn in the road, and we each must travel there. Where the Father waits to take us home to the shelter of His care... Where happiness and peace and joy replace the tears and pain, and our loved ones rest in the arms of God to sweetly live again. We pray that God will hold us close and gently ease our sorrow, heal our heart and strengthen us for every new tomorrow". May Nick "Rest in Peace"

22: Right Photos: Top: Nick, Roger Barrette (from Peshtigo), Dan Dolan Jr. (cousin) and Bob Eckstein (Roger became a doctor, Dan a lawyer and Bob a dentist). Middle: Dan Dolan Jr., Nick and Mike Baus (Mike lived across the hall on the 5th floor with Nick.) He also became a dentist and was known as "Bauser". Bottom: Mike Baus, Nick and Brian Johnson (from Marinette and a dentist). | Best Friends | Left Photo: After graduating from Marquette University in May of 1974, Nick landed his first job with Buckman Laboratory in Memphis, Tennessee. In 1976 he transferred to Beaverton, Oregon where he met his future wife, Lisa Newell.

23: Nick Dohr meets Lisa Newell It's "Love" at First Sight!!!

24: This day I will marry my best friend, the one I laugh with, live for, dream with, love | To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage. ~ Lao Tzu ~ | March 25, 1978 | Nick and Lisa - Such a "Cute Couple"

30: Wonderful Man | "Any man can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad." | Loved Jokes & E-Mails

31: Great Salesman

32: A Dad... is someone who holds you when you cry, scolds you when you break the rules, shines with pride when you succeed, and has faith in you even when you fail. | A Dad is respected because he gives his children leadership. A Dad is appreciated because he gives his children care. A Dad is valued because he gives his children time. A Dad is loved because he gives his children the one thing they treasure most - himself. | Father | Knows | Best

33: "Dad dreams, he plans, he struggles to give us the best. His sacrifice is quiet, his life is love expressed."

74: Nick's Obituary Nick C. Dohr, of Neenah, age 60 died peacefully with his family by his side on Wednesday, October 3, 2012, at Theda Clark Medical Center. He was born March 6, 1952 in Menominee, MI, son of Paul and Gwendolyn (Vander Schaaf) Dohr. Nick graduated from Peshtigo High School in June of 1970 and Marquette University in May of 1974. He moved to Portland, OR, and married Lisa Newell on March 25, 1978. Nick was in Portland for 20 years before moving back to Wisconsin in 1994. He was employed with Alta Resources and also many years in the Paper Industry. Nick was very involved with athletics at Neenah High School. He was a Neenah Football Booster, the Neenah Baseball announcer, and also involved with the Wrestling and Basketball programs. Nick enjoyed hunting, fishing and cribbage. Survivors include his wife, Lisa; four children: Megan Dohr (Tim Bodway); Eric Dohr, Milwaukee; Nancy Dohr, Milwaukee; Tom Dohr, Neenah; a granddaughter, Kayli Bodway; two step-grandchildren: Annika and Dylan Bodway; his mother, Gwendolyn Dohr, Peshtigo; a brother, Marc (Vicki) Dohr, Neenah; two sisters: Robin (John) Swiatnicki, Peshtigo, Kelly (Bruce) Christensen, Menominee, MI; and numerous nieces, nephews and other relatives. Nick was preceded in death by his father, Paul; and an infant son, Michael.

75: A memorial service for Nick was held at 7:00 p.m. on Monday, October 8, 2012 at Neenah’s Westgor Funeral Home. The visitation was held at the funeral home from 3:00 p.m. until the hour of service. In lieu of flowers a memorial was established in Nick’s name. A special thanks from our family to all family, friends and the staff in the Theda Clark ICU, for their continued support and care for our father and family during this time. | Nick Charles Dohr March 6, 1952 - October 3, 2012

76: Tommy Dohr's Eulogy Welcome, For those of you who don't know me, I am Tom Dohr. Nick's youngest son and some might even say, “Most Charming Son”. Before I start talking about the life of my Dad Nick, I just want to say thank you on behalf of our family for the amazing support that all of you have shown us the last couple days. The amount of human kindness that has been shown has really been overwhelming and I can't really put our appreciation into words, so I just want to say “Thank you”. You know, when my dad passed on Wednesday, there was an immediate shock that came with it. Not only over the grief of my fathers passing but for all the arrangements that needed to be made, whether it was funeral arrangements, cemetery plot, and so on. And it's kind of hard to do all these things in between all the emotions and thoughts that are flying in your head. We knew that for such an amazing man such as my father, we would need a "Top Notch" person to really do justice for his eulogy. Well, we looked all around and the bottom line is you're stuck with me until my brother speaks his kind words. Writing a Eulogy is pretty tough. It's hard to put into words what my father meant to my family, the community, and myself. Well for those of you who knew my father, you knew that he loved a good story. I thought what a better way to honor him than tell the "Story of my Father"... so here it goes. The story of my Father, Nick Dohr. Nick Charles Dohr was born on March 6, 1952, the first child of Paul and Gwendolyn Dohr. He grew up in Peshtigo, Wisconsin and spent his childhood playing with the toys at my Grandpa's Hardware store, hunting and fishing, admiring John Wayne, and of course keeping my Grandma on her toes. He was the big brother to his sisters Robin and Kelly, and his brother Marc. He loved his brother and sisters as much as an older brother could and would often babysit which meant locking his sisters in their room and putting a hanger on the door so he would know if they were trying to get out.

77: When my Dad reached high school he was very active in athletics and clubs. Whether it was on the football field, the wrestling mat, or various clubs and organizations he was always a proud Peshtigo Bulldog. He served as his High School's Junior Class President, as well as serving as an officer in many other clubs and organizations. When he wasn't at school, practice or meetings he was with his friends, shooting birds, in his best friend, Glen Jandt’s silo or playing cards with his Father. As soon as he turned 18, he discovered “Beer”. It was with this discovery that my father made the next logical decision in his life – College. So, in the fall of 1970, my dad enrolled at Marquette University in Milwaukee, WI. In between cheering on the Golden Warriors and “Nickel Beer” nights at Shakey’s (Where my dad would gladly throw a $5.00 dollar bill down and buy the next 100 beers). He majored in Chemistry and Biology. While attending Marquette, he was the President of his Fraternity where his Nickname was “Otto”. My dad always loved telling stories about his fraternity brothers and the entire mischief one would imagine happening in college. In 1974, my dad faced a harsh reality, that has affected many in this room. College was over. Upon graduating from Marquette, my Dad received his first job offer that would start his career in the Paper Industry. It was the paper industry that allowed him to travel the world; places like Africa, South America, and China. He traveled to every continent in the world but Antarctica. He lived in Memphis, Tennessee before moving to Beaverton, Oregon in 1976. It was in Beaverton, Oregon that he developed an obsession for salmon fishing, duck hunting, and my mother Lisa. The two met while living in the same apartment building in the fall of 1977 and after a short engagement were married on March 25th 1978. The two bought their first house together that same year and soon after with the addition of Nick & Lisa’s first daughter, Megan, the house became a home. Shortly after, their family had 3 more children; Eric, Nancy, and one extremely good looking blond baby boy named Thomas (Tommy). In between chasing his children around my father loved going on his yearly fishing

78: trips to Canada and Alaska, duck hunting, and of course supporting his beautiful wife Lisa in everything she did. In the late summer of 1994, my father, accepted a new position in his company and moved his family to Neenah, Wisconsin. Shortly after moving, Nick quickly became a staple in the Neenah community. Whether it was acting as President of the Neenah Football Booster Club, announcing High School Baseball Games, or just sitting in the Field house watching wrestling meets and basketball games. I believe my father really defined what it meant to be a "Neenah Rocket". My dad never owned a cell phone, but if you ever wanted to get a hold of him, all you needed to do, was go to the closest Rocket sporting event or a Blugold Football game. On Wednesday, October 3, 2012, with his family by his side, Nick Charles Dohr, peacefully passed away at the age of 60. Although the story of Nick Dohr was shorter than it should have been, I believe my dads story really was the "Great American Novel". He was a selfless man, who cared for many, lived his life with a smile on face at all times, and could brighten up even that darkest room with one of his stories. And it occurred to me, while I was writing this eulogy and thinking of all the things he was active in, he didn't do it for the love of the game, or the pure enjoyment knowing his team won or loss, he did it because he loved everyone else who was involved in it and cared about them as people. He couldn't tell you how many rushing yards Alex Little had in High School, pins Ben Engelland had wrestling in college, or even interceptions David Wicklund had for the Blugolds (even though they were mostly because of quarterback pressure), but he could tell you that he cared for everyone he met and loved them as his own family. Although my dad was never a very outspoken person when it came to emotions or life lessons I'm going to leave you with an email that he sent me out of the blue about 6 months ago. Something that really grabbed my attention. So here it goes... Tommy, How is your day going? I'm taking my lunch hour to write you a little note. Don't know why I'm doing this but I just thought some "old" wisdom would be something nice to share with you.

79: Some of it might just be rambling of an old Marquette grad reflecting on his own "Glory Days" but, just take it for what it's worth. Here goes nothing: Tommy, there comes a point in life when you have to ask yourself. Am I on the right Track? Am I doing everything I can to be my Best? Am I taking advantage of all my abilities to reach my goals? Am I being the Best friend someone could have? Am I doing everything I can for the love of my life? Are you doing something genuine for someone you love, like make their day a little easier? Here are a couple simple rules that I live by, that I think will help you out. 1. Wake up every morning with an attitude that "Today's going to be the Best Day of my Life". Every morning, with your cup of coffee and Cheerios (and Bacon if you are Lucky), you have to embrace that today's going to be special. It can be something as small as meeting someone new, learning something you never knew, or hearing a new favorite song that makes your day great. But just remember... embrace it... Embrace the big things, little things, quirky things...embrace everything. Life is a wonderful gift, but it's all about the Attitude that you wake up with every day. 2. Write down your Goals/ Favorite Quotes/ Ideas and put them somewhere you will see them everyday. Be ambitious and when you want to do something, put your mind to it and do it. NEVER DOUBT YOURSELF. You alone, can do the things you want to do and you can't do them if you put them off till tomorrow. Work hard for what you want and then take it. Every day I look at my "Goal" notebook and ask myself "What did I do today to make my goals that much closer to achievement"? 3. Never silence a call/text from anyone. Sometimes you might rationalize that you are too "busy" to answer someones phone call. Well, let me tell you something, you aren't that busy. That phone call might be someone you know needing help, someone to talk to, a favor, anything. HELP THEM!! Friends and Family are the most important things in this short life we have. Help them, do small things for them they don't expect! Be spontaneous. Do so many

80: nice things for them that they think you are insane. Trust me, deep down they'll appreciate it...and if they don't or they take advantage of you...they're not even worth being in your life anyway. 4. Find someone special. And no I'm not talking about you and Benny or EV going out on a Saturday night trying to find someone "Special". I know you probably don't want to hear this, but pretty soon here, if you are lucky, you are going to find your best friend in life. Someone that knows you like the back of their hand, that can make you laugh at stupid things, someone that you would literally do anything for. Do these things for her. This part of your life will be the happiest part of your life. Remember chivalry is not dead. Be a man and treat her like she deserves, but also keep her on her toes a little bit. 5. Never sell yourself short. Never think someone is better than you. No one knows what you've been through or the things you've done to make yourself who you are. Always go for first place and never except 2nd. You can always do better. Get out of your comfort zone. Life isn't about being in the average. Here's a newsflash, “You are not average”. You are way above average. Embrace life like you can do anything. 6. You only have one life... live it. You only get one shot at this thing called Life. Make the most of it. Try new things. Buy things you don't think you can afford. Go places you've never been. Life is a waste if you don't keep yourself guessing. Well, I'd write more, but I have to get back to work. Have a great day and I will talk to you when I get home. Dad

81: Life brings simple pleasures to us every day. It is up to us to make them wonderful memories. - Cathy Allen | Love you Dad

82: Eric Dohr's Eulogy For those of you that don’t know me, I am Eric Dohr, Nick and Lisa’s favorite, "oldest" son as they have said. I want to thank you for all joining my family in Dad's "Celebration of Life". So, we all know dad is turning to Grandpa right now and saying “Did you see the email about the difference between a Packers, Bears and Vikings fan”? Grandpa would smile and say. " No, I have not”. Dad would then reply “I heard this one from my sister, who got it from our cousin”. When that happened you knew that joke was a juicy one. Dad celebrated life and he was always making sure his friends and the ones around him were smiling. Sometimes it was a joke that only he followed. Any doubt whom the favorite is? But, we do not even come close to the smile that Kayli, his granddaughter, would bring out. Kayli knew how to wrap Papa around her finger and dad did not mind it at all. “All you touch, all you see, is all your life will ever be” is one of my favorite quotes. Dad touched so many, as shown tonight by all of you visiting. Dad saw multiple areas of the world, different cultures, and of course took in a few Packer games which we all know is a holy experience that all should have in their life. Whether it be beating Tommy at Cribbage (yes Tom, we all know he took 10 when he only got six or so you say) or taking him up to the cabin up north, those are memories Tommy will always remember and tell his kids (of course that buck will get bigger with each story). Dad was also making sure we were always showing our imagination. This included playing tea time with Megan. Dad loved tea time with Megan so much. Sipping the cup, saying how lovely it was, heck he may have even thrown in a pinky here and there. That was until the time that mom pointed out that no water

83: had been running at all. Either the tea was coming from the dog dish or the toilet. Dad brushed his teeth for 10 minutes that night. I do not know if Megan ever hosted tea time after that, but maybe such knowledge of how to not waste water was passed onto my niece. There is also a time, where mom and dad, had known they would need to send their third youngest off to college for her next step. Nancy had decided to take a trip to “view the campus” as she said. Mom was so excited that Nancy had found a possible interest in Eau Claire and we were fortunate enough to have Lindsay Henderson go to school there. So, Nancy had a safe place to stay and someone that could show her the studies, library. You know, all the things all Wisconsin schools have. There was a bad snow storm and mom had questioned if it was good to do all that driving. Nancy understood the danger, but had always been a competent driver. Nancy departed and mom looked at dad. Dads only response “That better be one hell of a party to drive through that crap”. Dad never said anything to Nancy and well Eau Claire worked out after all, did it not? Dad taught me many things in life. At the age of 14 or 15, he took Megan and I on a driving tour of Marquette. I knew more locations to buy beer, as an underage student, if I ever attended and Dad was pretty sure I could still live on $800.00 a year. I am told Marquette has gone up a little bit in price from the $800.00 and dad always loved me driving him through campus as I showed him my work. Anyone who had never been there would think that Real Chili was a four star restaurant and Mecca of the culinary world. Dad taught me that you can cure sadness through laughter. As stated earlier, I am pretty sure that everyone in this room probably got an email at some time from him that made you shake your head. Leah and other friends will tell you that a lot of Nick is handed down to me as I do the same thing. Dad worked at Alta Resources for the last few years. I love movies. I find enjoyment and relaxation in them. Dads discount at Alta a few times a year

84: allowed for some great movies, especially Blu Rays. It also meant that we would all expect such gripping Oscar nominees as Dinocroc, Dinocroc vs. Supergator, and Giant octopus vs. Mega Shark for the Christmas family $10.00 exchange. Okay, I cannot lie, I loved the hell out of Giant Octopus vs. Mega Shark. Dad always knew, what I enjoyed though and when one of those came out, he would call me and say “I had to watch this one, it was pretty bad” then he would pause “I will make sure you get a copy” and then laugh. Dad truly loved mom. Not many knew this, but mom had always wanted a red Volkswagen Carmangia convertible. This turned into acceptance of the VW bug also as Carmangias never really picked up for VW and they are hard to come by. One year, dad had saved up for a special gift for mom. Now you have to understand, that dad for Christmas would always write his gifts from a special person. For example, any time I would get something from the Badgers, it would say from Ron Dayne or Bucky. If it was a movie, it would be George Lucas or something to that extent. Dad also would think it was great to have a series of gifts that lead up to a bigger gift (another great trait that my friends love that dad passed onto me). Mom opened items such as, the movie “A Bugs Life”, “Micro Machines With a Bug”, “Bug Spray" may have even been in there. Finally, something clicked. Mom turned to dad and said. “You better not be messing with me.” Tears started rolling down her face and dad smiled. Mom had gotten a Volkswagen bug. Most wives would scream in excitement, hug their husband and say how much they love them as we have all seen in a Lexus commercial. Moms only response was so pure and though when heard outside of the context you would question, but was perfect for that situation. The end of that story will probably come out tonight at the Ground Round. Dad passed too early, we all will not question that. Dad impacted our lives so much that he will always be a part of us. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Dad would not want us to mourn, but to celebrate his gift of laughter, love, and true generosity. Dad, you will be missed, but I know you are always with us. So with that, I leave you with these fine words from Monty Python:

85: Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse. When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble, give a whistle Monty Python | A dad is someone who wants to catch you before you fall but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and lets you try again. | "My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me." - Jim Valvano

86: Turkey Trot 2012 The Dohr family participated in the special Turkey Trot Walk/Run on Thanksgiving Day. They showed their support as a family and remembered their loved ones. God Bless Nick! | Lisa, Nancy, Megan & Kayli | Lisa & the "TURKEY" | Lisa and Nancy | The Dohr Family Clockwise from Bottom Left: Lisa, Tim Bodway, Eric, Tom, Megan, Nancy & Kayli in the middle